Woman Buys $2 Record At Thrift Store — Then The Cashier Tells Her To Listen To The Last Track

Arriving At Hartwell

The next afternoon Mara drove out to Hartwell Vinyl, a squat brick warehouse with a faded sign and a few cars parked out front. She walked inside and asked to speak with whoever ran the place. Machines hummed somewhere beyond the office, pressing out records exactly like the one in her bag.